Wang Chong was startled too. He had never expected Han Hexuan to refuse to give up and track him all the way to Tongzhou Prefecture. It was a coincidence, too. If he had not liked to boast and brought up how he had made this Great Grandmaster cough blood with a single palm strike, Han Hexuan would not have attacked in fury. He would surely have waited until Wang Chong was alone before attempting to assassinate him.
This really was...
Bad men had bad men's blessings. Kindhearted folk could only envy them.
Smiling, he swept out a palm and met Han Hexuan's punch head-on. Feeling his opponent's internal power shift unpredictably, he hastily activated the Prajna Blade and blasted out a strike of Nine Thunderclaps of Spring.
Han Hexuan had suffered once; how could he willingly suffer a second time? He drew Yuwen Xuandu's palm force over, but the two streams of internal power shifted now left, now right, interweaving in unpredictable patterns. The Prajna Blade could no longer succeed in a single strike.
Yet Nine Thunderclaps of Spring was immensely powerful, and Han Hexuan had divided his attention to receive Yuwen Xuandu's palm strike. His punch could do nothing to Wang Chong either.
Wang Chong split Han Hexuan's fist force with a palm strike and praised him loudly. "Old Han, at your age, you've actually managed to climb another step beyond the top of a hundred-foot pole. Truly remarkable."
"The time before last, one palm strike from me made you cough blood. Last time, you took three moves from me before fleeing without a trace. This time, you've clashed head-on with me and come through unscathed..." He clicked his tongue in seeming admiration, infuriating Han Hexuan until smoke poured from all eighteen of his orifices. Han Hexuan shifted his